Master of Kaidan
Chapter 575 What Are These Ingredients?

Chapter 575: Chapter 575 What Are These Ingredients?

"Who brings mahjong on a train?"

Although no one had spoken, the three roommates clearly shared the same thought.

However, the mahjong set seemed to carry a magical allure, attracting everyone’s focus effortlessly. They naturally settled at the four corners of the table, brought their suitcases over to form a small square table, and began to shuffle and play mahjong.

The process of playing mahjong was rather unremarkable, but as they continued round after round, the number of paper strips on everyone’s faces gradually increased, and the roommates’ expressions grew sharper.

Feng Xue was pleased with this development, continuing to draw tiles while observing her roommates’ reactions.

This mahjong set seemed ordinary, but having been taken out of a guitar case, it was clear that it possessed "Weapon" properties—

Name: Phantom Handmade Mahjong Set

Elements: "Gambling Tools," "Toys," "Weapons," "Entertainment," "Popular," "Solid"

Description: A set of hand-carved mahjong tiles that seemed unremarkable but carried a strange attraction, naturally focusing everyone’s attention until the end of a set of games.

Moreover, the material used for this mahjong set was meticulously chosen so that even as projectiles, they were quite adequate. However, one should be mindful that being hit by them could leave corresponding marks on the skin.

Note: Nine out of ten people play mahjong—whether you knew how to before or not, by the time you see it, you’ve already learned.

As a weapon, this thing was unremarkable, possessing only the ability to mark opponents. But as an entertainment tool, it had the magical effect of drawing everyone’s attention. And when everyone’s attention was focused on the mahjong, Feng Xue didn’t have to worry about her clumsy teammates messing things up.

Outside, the snow kept falling, but inside, the four were heatedly engaged in their game. Feng Xue held a cup of floral tea from Infinite City, watching her three roommates who were parched yet still intensely fixated on their own tiles, feeling inwardly gratified. Even the occasional ghostly figures outside the window seemed somehow more vivid... wait, why are you starting to spectate too?

With a new understanding of the mahjong’s attention-distracting function, she glanced at the spectating ghost, enraptured by the game, and felt a sense of familiarity about its figure...

Oh, wasn’t that the one from last night?

"Ah!"

In a moment of eye contact, the color drained from the ghost’s face outside the window. It suddenly broke free from the mahjong’s allure and vanished instantly, leaving Feng Xue utterly baffled.

"Stay focused, it’s your turn!"

Her opponent, Mango Girl, reminded her through gritted teeth, her face already plastered with paper strips, her resentment nearly bursting into palpable fighting spirit.

"Oh," Feng Xue responded and drew a tile while continuing to observe her roommates. "As long as I don’t plan on winning, I basically won’t lose,"—a very precise saying for mahjong. Of course, unless you’re the forsaken child with a hand full of losing tiles... well, this could be a life-or-death tile, let’s play the smallest one.

Though Feng Xue was indifferent to winning or losing, she inherently carried the "Lucky" label and the passive power "Luck Path Hard," so...

"Oh, self win."

"Damn!" Mango Girl immediately cursed, and Ghost Girl and Bread Girl didn’t look too pleased either. But losers were good sports, and everyone added another paper strip to their faces.

If they were playing a serious game, counting all the points, the number of paper strips on their faces would need to be multiplied by several times.

"Keep going, keep going!" Mango Sister scratched her head vigorously and started shuffling the deck in front of her, but Feng Xue frowned as he vaguely heard a series of footsteps.

The train had just started moving, and even if they were attendants, there should only be one or two people; why were there so many people walking in the corridor?

Thinking about this, his caution rose. As he shuffled, he kept an eye on the door. About ten seconds later, the door was violently opened, and four women in leather jackets burst in, the leader scanning the room and sneering,

"You said there were only beauties in this compartment, why is there a guy here?"

"It doesn’t matter, just kill him, and that’s the end of it. In this icy snowy weather, just throw him out the train—who would know?"

As she spoke, the other woman, holding a handgun, snarled viciously,

"Everyone *** stand up. Don’t make a fuss; after we’ve had our fun, we’ll let you off the train! If you don’t play along... this will be your fate!"

"Bang!"

As her words fell, a gunshot exploded along with the smoke in the train compartment. Though fitted with a silencer, the sound was still clearly audible at such close range.

However, more intimidating than the gunshot was seeing Feng Xue, who had been watching, suddenly lean back dramatically and fly out, rolling half a turn on the lower bunk before crashing against the wall and falling silent.

"Don’t, don’t come any closer!"

Seemingly genuinely frightened by the act of shooting without a second word, Mango Sister quickly retreated several steps. Ghost Sister even collapsed on the floor, a slight discoloration visible under her skirt.

Seeing this, the leader revealed a cold smirk and told Mango Sister,

"I’m not new to this, pack away your little tricks! The train police got off at the last three stations! This is Kent Country, they won’t send police onto the train!"

As her voice fell, Mango Sister, who had been secretly holding the train police call button while retreating, turned deathly pale, but the leader did not approach immediately. Instead, she gave a sign to her sibling,

"Throw that pretty boy out, he’ll stink up the place soon!"

"What kind of logic is this! Shouldn’t they restrain everyone who’s alive before dealing with me, ’the dead’?" Feng Xue, who had intended to play dead and watch, cursed inwardly as he heard footsteps coming closer. This Kaidan rule made no sense; a small handgun could even penetrate Masked Rider Armor, who knows if there’s some compulsory locking skill.

Just as he calculated the distance and was about to strike back, his eyes suddenly shifted, and he stealthily pressed the call button for the attendant.

Within a few seconds, an attendant appeared at the door wearing a blue hat, red shirt, and green skirt. She seemed to completely ignore the unwanted guest in the room, a professional smile on her face as she said,

"Dear passengers, is there anything I can help you with?"

"F***!" The gang leader, annoyed, turned around, concealing the gun behind him, and was about to scold the attendant away when the sibling immediately said,

"Boss, calm down, isn’t this perfect for sharing?"

"You’re the clever one!" The leader glared at them, but having been spotted already, she could no longer worry about whether the disappearance of the attendant might cause a problem, so she immediately said,

"Come in and help us clean up the room!"

"Okay, please wait a moment." The attendant still wore her business-like smile, stooping to take some simple tools from her trolley, but as she walked into the room, a harsh bone-cracking sound followed...